Adventure
Paws and Passion
introduction Paws and Passion: A Dog Lover's Journey is a heartwarming tale of a young woman named Emily, who is a passionate dog lover. Emily has always had a special bond with dogs, and they have been a constant source of comfort and companionship for her throughout her life.
Okolo UgochukwuPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
Dance of the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that nobody in the small village of Hemlock had ever seen before. The clouds were not just ordinary clouds, but rather they were magical clouds that came to life at the stroke of midnight. Nobody knew where they came from or why they appeared, but everybody in the village knew that it was a sight to behold.
The Enchanted Garden of Midnight Blooms
There was once a garden unlike any other in a little village surrounded by lush forests and undulating hills. This garden was dubbed "The Magical Garden of Midnight Flowers," and it was thought to be home to the most amazing and mystical plants in the land.
Michael SamPublished 7 months ago in FictionAdventure of a lifetime
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled among the hills, there lived an old lady named Agatha. She was a sweet-natured and kind-hearted woman who was loved by all in the village. Agatha was over 600 years old, and she had seen the village transform from a small hamlet to a bustling town over the centuries.
Samrana Safreen APublished 7 months ago in Fiction
Dancing with the Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight that only a few lucky souls got to witness. For everyone else, it was just another ordinary night. But for those who had seen it, they knew that something magical was happening.
Ravishankar V KPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
Deal with the Devil: A Cautionary Tale of Unchecked Desire
John was driving home from work late at night when he saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. He slammed on the brakes and rolled down the window to see who it was.
Malik IdreesPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
Spooky Place
Spooky place: Of Cedar Brook It was a dull and blustery evening, the sort of night that creeps you out and causes you to feel like somebody, or something, is watching you. In the humble community of Cedar Spring, settled in the lower regions of the Appalachians, there was a house that had stood void for quite a long time. Nobody knew why, yet local people murmured that it was spooky.
Macree and Wharac
The Eternal Mother surrounds and supports us but can she actually be thought of as a place? Above is the air, the sky. The birds wheel there like we make our curves on the Mother’s skin. Her water turns to air and the air gives her back her water. We circle with the currents of her blood.
Roy StevensPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
Short-form video is still the king Part 2
Short-form video has become an integral part of our daily lives, with platforms like TikTok, Instagram Reels, and YouTube Shorts dominating the social media landscape. Despite being relatively new, these platforms have managed to attract billions of users worldwide, proving that short-form video is still the king.
TEN MEN WITHOUT A BOAT
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every morning the clear, hot, inimitable iridescent canopy of heaven belies those strange coloured clouds ever existed. But we ten men without a boat know they will return. To the residents, we are but ten strange two legged animals living on iguana, coconut and cormorant. We share their daily struggle to survive on a narrow sandy corridor between sea and treacherous sheer mountain side. Against which, along with other cowering crepuscular animals, we vainly shelter from the regular fierce, lashing afternoon storms.
Peter George PerkinsPublished 7 months ago in FictionOrc Country
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Roger could only hope the exhaust coming from his motorcycle might change the saccharine colors in this state, but he knew it didn’t matter. He’d be back on the road soon enough. The sky-colored grass, blue sky not this pink one, rolled past like a conveyor belt. The tree trunks wrapped in horizontal rainbow stripes, gaudy imitations of their former selves, marked Roger’s path better than any map could. He counted one hundred and seventy-nine trees before turning left at the fork he knew would be there. It wasn’t there when he’d come this way, but that was New Cascadia for you. Reduced to cartoony magic and non-Euclidian driving directions. An entire, corrupted landscape that some people had the audacity to call beautiful, as if photographs of Washington State pre-cataclysm didn’t exist. It made Roger sick.
Logan McClincyPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
The Impact of the Wise Old Owl
One day, as Ollie was perched on a tree branch, he noticed a group of animals huddled together in the distance. Curious, he flew down to investigate. As he got closer, he realized that they were a group of scared and confused animals. They were all gathered around a small rabbit who seemed to be in great distress. Ollie flew over to the rabbit and asked what was wrong. The rabbit explained that his burrow had collapsed, and he was trapped inside. None of the other animals knew what to do, so they had come to the wise old owl for help.
Mopsy MeirellesPublished 7 months ago in Fiction
